Poem of the Alien

 

 

The news of Ramadan force feeding at Gitmo

Is hard to swallow, gulp, gurgle, cough, retch.

The big boys playing hard politics with their bombs

And planes becomes plain, gulp, gurgle, cough, retch.

 

Louise Aldrich tells me a story of oppression with

Heart breaking beauty, tears, gulp, sigh, breathe.

The Lord watches over the alien and sustains the fatherless(Psalm 145)

Infinite love, tears, gulp, sigh, breathe.

 

Iceland talking like Jesus, providing a way home for those who

Adore justice, dancing, standing, singing, embrace.

Right about now we could use a real Kung Fu Panda, a Gandhi

A spiritual being, dancing, standing, singing, embrace.

 

I spread my wings, awaken, see my light come shining, become spirit

Sit with the All the I Am, lightening, thunder, wonder and grace.

Let go of all the lies and lie under this sycamore tree, reading and writing

Poetry, lightening, thunder, wonder and grace.

 

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